100 story challenge (Tom Hiddleston imagines) *edited*

Birth (Loki)

It was early, too early even for you. 1am... being 9 months pregnant had it's rough moments, but you were too sore, swollen, and tired to care about it anymore. Loki was sleeping peacefully beside you before you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen.

You nudged your husband and he instantly woke.

"Y/n-," he saw your unsettled expression, "my love what's wrong?! Is it the child?"

You nodded briefly as the pain subsided, "yes, I think I'm going into labor."

Loki tried to remain calm as he processed what you'd said. He was feeling a wild rush of emotions, some he hadn't experienced for a long time.

"I'll go get the maids!"

——time skip——

It was now 2pm and the pain was unbearable. Loki was forced to leave the room, despite your refusal and you constantly screamed his name as each contraction got worse.

"Please let it be over..." you said breathlessly to the maid behind you rubbing your back.

"Don't worry my lady, you'll be having this baby in no time. Just a little while longer."

"I want my husband..."

"Sorry lady y/n no men are aloud in." She sighed.

——time skip——

Loki's POV

I could hear y/n screaming as I paced the floor outside our bedroom, I was so excited and happy to meet our child, but so scared for y/n. I hated hearing her in pain and I was so close to bursting into our chambers to take it all away.

I saw my mother approach and hugged her as she opened her arms to me.

"Everything's going to be fine Loki," she said, "your wife is strong, and it won't be long now."

I wanted to believe her, but y/n's yells told me different. She really needed me, and I could do nothing but stand out here and wait for our child's faint cries. "Mother..."

"Shh Loki, trust me. She will be fine, and you'll be blessed with the most beautiful child. I know it."

As she said those words, I heard my love calling for me again. I couldn't take it anymore. Screw their rules I am the god of mischief I can do what I want. I open the door and rush to y/n's side as she is told to start pushing.

Your POV

The door was flung open as Loki ran to your side, "took you long enough." You groaned through the pain, taking his hand, and squeezing it as hard as you possibly could manage.

"I know dear I'm so sorry for being so stupid." He moves the hair that clung to your sweaty forehead and rested his cold hand there to cool you down.

"Okay lady y/n push!"

You dug your chin in your chest as you pushed for the life of you. You didn't even think about the child at this point, you just wanted this torture to be over.

Several minutes passed as you continued to push. You had no clue how long you had been in labor and you grew evermore tired and breathless as the maids began to work even quicker around you.

"There we go lady y/n I can see the head. Only a few more big pushes!"

"Loki please... I can't anymore..."

"Darling I promise you only a little while longer and we'll have our child. You can do this. I know you can. You are so strong, and I don't deserve such a strong woman like yourself." He kissed your forehead as you stared at him with such pain stricken, tired eyes. You were so close to giving up but with Loki by your side you found the strength to carry on.

"That's it m'lady keep pushing," the maid said as you bared down once more, with Loki whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

You let out one final scream of pain before everything stopped and soft cries filled the room...

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A/n: was it a boy? Was it a girl? Well you get to decide. I feel like this one didn't end up how I wanted it. I felt like I repeated words too much but I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. I had fun writing it for sure. ❤️